I sing when I paint. And I can hear neighbors talking next door when I’m not singing. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but my windows are open, and their windows are open, and if I can hear conversation, I’m quite sure they can hear me singing heartily while covering the white walls of death.
Today I found an old CD of a group of wedding singers I used to sing with from a congregation I attended long ago. It was one of our better weddings, not our best. We went flat a few times, but we hit all of our key changes (for some reason we always had a trouble with key changes), and we actually had more than one second soprano (I think–either that, or I just made it sound like more than one and held my own in volume, but there were only one or two songs that had parts for 2sop anyway, so I sang 1sop most of the time). When I saw the CD, I knew I must play it, because I’m in an a capella kind of mood after I have mini-breakdowns (I’m fine, nothing to worry about).
So I had that CD playing while I painted before our 5:30 lunch (Frank made us mac & cheese, because I’ve starved him today), and of course I sang along loudly, except where I didn’t remember the words, in which case I hummed loudly.
Such a funny mix of songs. There’s one from Phantom, a George Strait song, then that stupid dum-dum-da-dum song that makes me want to claw my ears off, and that even dumber song “Whither Thou Goest”, which I totally don’t understand due to the fact that Ruth said that to her mother-in-law after her husband’s death, so why do you want to have that at your wedding and have it sung as a backdrop to two lovers about to get hitched? Don’t get it. And then there are religiousy ones. “Alleluia”, “God Bless You, Go With God”, “The Lord Bless You and Keep You”. And “We Will Serve the Lord”, taken from Joshua 24:15. And others about Jesus.
Some days I blast Kelly Clarkson or Five For Fighting or the Firefly soundtrack… Celine. Shut up. Norah Jones, Evanescence, Billy Joel, Carrie Underwood, Sara Evans, etc.
So I wonder. Besides thinking that I’m obnoxious when I paint and that they can’t wait for me to move, are the neighbors also thinking I’m a little odd when it comes to music choices? “One day she’s singing about breaking away, addictions to men, and not being in Checotah anymore. The next it’s all about Jesus and going with God.”